DYING TO BE ME

I’m going to a place

You’ve never been

You never can be

It’s only for me

I’m not being presumptuous

And not at all selfish

Its a place where I wake up

Without the morning rush

And I ain’t on a vacation

Nor am I high on cocaine

But the occasion

Is such

That its hard to suppress

The sun-kissed smile

That adorns unbidden

Every shadow, every crevice

And I ain’t at the beach

But it sure feels like one

Where the sun and the ocean

Meet at the horizon

And are overlooked by –

By the mountains

That are ribboned with –

With a river full of fish

And that river flows through me

And I – I flow through it

There is no real difference

That feeling of oneness

When I fall into the ocean

And look up to see

A rainbow greets me

And I feel a sense of

Lucidity, and serenity

That as a consequence

I forget the reality

That awaits me

When I open my eyes

And close them again

A few more moments

Of slumber

To before tranquil was torn

Asunder

To moments of exclusivity

Back to the freedom of being

In a dream

Without anybody

Where I can be me

A nobody and everybody

– Akanksha Gupta

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Why I Click

After much thought

I can say

That ‘Every Day’

Makes memories

Unique, profound

And though I may

Freeze time and

Capture the essence

Of each emotion

And every action

Positive or negative

I can never quite ensnare

The worth of every moment

The beauty of every instance

In the timeless memory

Because what makes it special then

May not exist now

Yet a memento, a souvenir

Every day in future

Reminds me why I live

And keep going

Day in and day out

– Akanksha Gupta

Chennai – An Enigma

Chennai Through The Eyes Of a Vacationing Delhiite

Vennakam yepaddi irukka?
Hustle bustle
Blow a whistle
The crowd is noisily pouring
Onto the streets
That carry
A million heartbeats
The sun glaring
Digging holes
Into my bruised eyes
The vendors are shouting
Into my ears
Unimaginably loud
The rickshaw is pulling
Me across
The traffic beleaguered
Streets
With the cars
Honking
Like there is no tomorrow
The beggars at red-light
Cling on to me
With the air
Of inexplicable sorrow
As if the very city
Has raped
Their souls
Of any happiness
Here, I digress
But I must confess
The city
Has an air of mystery
Of ambiguity
That pulls me in
Not because
Of its warm winter weather
Its varied culture
Or homey nature
But because you can
Lose yourself
It’s the anonymity
That is alluring
Especially
In a metro
Where a fast-paced life
Leaves no time
To stand and stare
But a Wordsworth-like world
Where you can
– A stranger –
Stand and observe
How life simply surrounds you
And runs around you
And that gives a sense
Of satisfaction and fulfillment
Better than escape reality
But that maybe
Because I can be me
With no responsibility
And that’s when I say
Nalla Irukken

– Akanksha Gupta